Food Service II

So here I am again, blogging about my job. It's about all I have time to think about lately.

Ones

Really short thought here. I make tips which is fantastic. But I'm sitting here with a hundred and twelve dollars in ONES. What the hell am I going to do with that? Every day I come home with a fistful of thirty or so one dollar bills and I can't help but think someones going to mistake me for a stripper one day and ask me what the price is for a "private show".

Sugar Packets

I'm losing track of time. I have no idea how many days I've worked because it all seems to swirl together. I'm also worse at time than I used to be, which is saying something. Give me six watches and put Big Ben in my living room and I still might wonder what time it is. Point being, I keep 8 sugar packets in my pocket when I work. And for every hour that goes by I toss one into the trash. (If I'm really bored I'll start going by the half hour and have half sugar packets). The point here is that if I ever want to know how long I have left I pull out my sugar packets and count them. Oh, three sugar packets to go!

Thick Goo

Ranch, BBQ sauce, coleslaw, mayonnaise, ketchup, mustard, relish, gravy, butter, oil, that pink dressing, that orange dressing, A1, honey, cream, syrup... My point is: Why is the human race so fascinated with thick gooey substances?

The band of our generation.

The best band of our generation can be decided now. Because quite frankly any music made after this point is going to be "that confounded new noise those kids listen to!". The criteria was simple. "What band has made the most significant impact on not only music but also the hearts and minds of our generation". So, I have decided (no need to fret and worry) that the two bands that will hold a joint show to determine who will take home the crudely constructed trophy made of Popsicle sticks and glue are:

The Killers and The Goo Goo Dolls

Thank you to everyone who auditioned, we regret that you all cannot be the band to define our generation. Some runner ups in no particular order include:

The Postal Service, Linkin Park, Blink 182, New Found Glory, Green Day, and so on.

I want...

I want to create a piece of artwork that causes people to be removed from reality. I believe that this has been my goal all along. I want viewers to enter into my piece and suddenly know that they are somewhere else. I want to play with perception, twist the idea of reality. I want the "viewers" (it would be a multisensory expirence actually) to enter and become something else. They will leave my art with knoeledge they hadn't thought they would ever posess. I don't want them to be able to express it in words.

I want to explore what is real.
What defines art.
How far I can push the liminal idea of space and time.
I want them to forget they are looking at a piece of artwork.
I want them to expirence it alone.
Trip the mind and have it fall into place somewhere else.
I want it to make them think they are dreaming.
I want them to faint inside it.
I want them to feel both small and infinite.
Expirence nothing and everything in one moment.
Find their senses incapable of comprehending.